[Drums in slow, followed by shakers]
Everywhere,
in every pore
Mosquitoes, flies, worms, larvae
Spiders, centipedes, ants, beatles
Pregnant all with pestilence
and death
Writhing and screaming,
I scratch and claw
Oh to rid myself of this plague!
A thousand tiny bugs
burrowing
deeper
riddle my veins with your disease
Killing me, changing me
I grow weak and green, blue veins bursting out of my rotten flesh
I curl up,
I die again, into sleep.
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